My Poem Published in The New York Times
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Invisible Strings: Poets Honor Taylor Swift's Songs
1 week ago
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Coots
... has found a home at the Shit Creek Review. Not only am I royally chuffed to have the poem published, I can also retire in the knowledge that my publishing resumé is complete!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Tag challengs thingy
Blame Julie for this. I'm only playing along to make her feel even guiltier for never completing my (much more interesting) tag challenge.
What is your favourite guilty pleasure?
I don't have "guilty" pleasures. I have no shame.
How do you take your coffee?
Instant (Alta Rica), strong (a good heaped teaspoon and a bit extra), milky (say 20% milk) and sweetened (no more than a teaspoon).
Who were you in a previous life?
I was a diver in a previous life - I drowned. This is my explanation of my otherwise irrational fear of water, particularly on my face.
What is the worst film you ever paid to see?
The last film I walked out of was "Spiderman III". The previous film I walked out of was "Star Wars: Attack of the Clones"
What is the best thing you can 'buy for/do with' a dollar/euro?
Buy a newspaper - though I don't often buy newspapers now I'm not commuting to work.
What is the worst present you’ve ever received?
My, what a lot of presents to choose from! I've lost count of the number of magnetic 'make a poem' sets I've received over the years.
What is your favourite word?
This is a bit of a silly question to ask a man who invents his own language. Today's choice word is átosfôsnisatexankiásiqninakapan, an Ákat word that translates as "Peter's friend is called Alexandra".
I'm not going to tag anyone else. I am a killer of tags.
What is your favourite guilty pleasure?
I don't have "guilty" pleasures. I have no shame.
How do you take your coffee?
Instant (Alta Rica), strong (a good heaped teaspoon and a bit extra), milky (say 20% milk) and sweetened (no more than a teaspoon).
Who were you in a previous life?
I was a diver in a previous life - I drowned. This is my explanation of my otherwise irrational fear of water, particularly on my face.
What is the worst film you ever paid to see?
The last film I walked out of was "Spiderman III". The previous film I walked out of was "Star Wars: Attack of the Clones"
What is the best thing you can 'buy for/do with' a dollar/euro?
Buy a newspaper - though I don't often buy newspapers now I'm not commuting to work.
What is the worst present you’ve ever received?
My, what a lot of presents to choose from! I've lost count of the number of magnetic 'make a poem' sets I've received over the years.
What is your favourite word?
This is a bit of a silly question to ask a man who invents his own language. Today's choice word is átosfôsnisatexankiásiqninakapan, an Ákat word that translates as "Peter's friend is called Alexandra".
I'm not going to tag anyone else. I am a killer of tags.
The monkeys who learned to sing
Those madcap geniuses over at The Chimaera agreed to post an essay of mine in the first issue of their graceful tome. My essay is called The monkeys who learned to sing - in which I attempt to refute the tedious "poetry is dead" grumbles so commonly met in the Field of Muse with a different type of argument, one which I hope others might find intriguing. The title kinda gives away the central thrust of my working hypothesis, and builds on some "what is poetry" thoughts I posted to this very blog a year or so ago.
I haven't read much of the rest of the magazine - I get the impression that other contributors are probably better essayists than me. But everyone has to start somewhere, yes?
I haven't read much of the rest of the magazine - I get the impression that other contributors are probably better essayists than me. But everyone has to start somewhere, yes?
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